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Psycho Realm, P.O.D., Boo-yah Tribe. What? What?My soul is payable on death, the flow I'm layin' here is deafMics come with a teflon vest, my words wreckI'm a Psycho, ill with the voco-loco.Heard a sick pedo noco noco by coasta logoGas mask with the gangsta strolloGot a piece that will match the chrome D's on my low-lowTotal chaos, you think that I'm a rapper your way offI'm a killer that be murderin these tracks, so stay off.Serial rhymin, convicted of driving and beat the hymenAnd breaking the hymen on ears that never heard of the line that I'm inThe danger zone is common, city blocks got the demons mobbin'I'm a con-artist, starvin', strong armin'Jason's guitarin', Traa's bass while Wuv is bombin'Bring the streets to the booth, It's my therapy from mental scaring